TraviS Scott

TraviS Scott - Dance On The Moon

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feat. Theophilus London & Paul Wall

Where the weather is warm

Moon light move and a nigga dance

People making steez from a nigga stance

Had to leave home, I’m working out

Kiss mom for me if you get the chance

Walk the streets of our state

Niggas giving dabs and pounds I can’t wait

In the moon light you can’t see me eyes

And when I’m up the things I can’t think

Man I be costing the coast

Swear a young nigga dumb been through the most

Washing my mind out with dope

Shit real but you know a nigga can’t choke

When they recognize a real nigga still

Ride me out, stay me afloat

And I’m a real nigga sitting in the vip

Showing champagne through a neck’s girl throat

[Hook]

Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon

We could fly, and go straight to the moon

Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon

Where the weather is fun, and we forever live long

Lost in the moonlight, ran to the moon like, no

Coplights, no lights, cause the bills that was overdue

Now a skinny nigga nigga got fits from the wrong way

Taking trips to the side of the moon

Had to take trips to define my peace

But I got a little feeling might be in that tomb

I like my weed a little cheese, roll that back a little thick

Better watch your tongue, don’t wanna choke

Better let that jack …I’m on some popular shit

Come look at my eyes to get a fix

We just gonn cruise, hit the bruise, lay back don’t worry about shit

It might get ridy, cause all the freaky models wanna party

All the freaky models in the lobby

It’s so obvious that they lobbyist

Man it can’t be realer, me and my niggas in the villa

She in that white, just can’t fit her, sweet not bitter

Drink like you got no limit,

Hit it then she on the move, my nigga

[Hook] x 2

Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon

We could fly, and go straight to the moon

Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon

Where the weather is fun, and we forever live long

Pow wow, 2 cups, hold up

I’m headed to the moon cause the world screwed up

Like the city I grew up

So I’m pouring up a cold cup,

Bout to get tolled up

Got a xanax crushed up

If you steal my cup it will get you fucked up

Pull up to the moon with the trunk up

Getting sucked up, with 3 blunts roll up

Smoke all 3 at the same time, cow that triple og,

And the triple d, I’m a fool when I’m on e

You know nothing bout me

Backwood fill with a Compton tree

Getting full of that all I got gas and grief

3 lines poured up, in the big peach

Baptize the blunt, but I ain’t no priest

Peach ciroc with an orco, piece of hash in my triple steets

Og was on a bone with a skilla

Me and pass skill been doing that shit

Death I can live what you know about this

Baby bas came through with the kush and shish

…and a summer twist

On the moon, getting high than a bitch,

And I’m doing my dance.

[Hook]

Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon

We could fly, and go straight to the moon

Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon

Where the weather is fun, and we forever live long.

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